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It was The Vengeance who, amidst the warm commendations of
the audience, thus assisted the proceedings. The President rang his
bell; but, The Vengeance, warming with encouragement, shrieked,
“I defy that bell!” wherein she was likewise much commended.
“Inform the Tribunal of what you did that day within the Bastille,
citizen.” “I knew,” said Defarge, looking down at his wife, who
stood at the bottom of the steps on which he was raised, looking
steadily up at him; “I knew that this prisoner, of whom I speak,
had been confined in a cell known as One Hundred and Five,
North Tower. I knew it from himself. He knew himself by no other
name than One Hundred and Five, North Tower, when he made
shoes under my care. As I serve my gun that day, I resolve, when
the place shall fall, to examine that cell. It falls. I mount to the cell,
with a fellow-citizen who is one of the Jury, directed by a gaoler. I
examine it, very closely. In a hole in the chimney, where a stone
has been worked out and replaced, I find a written paper. This is
that written paper. I have made it my business to examine some
specimens of the writing of Doctor Manette. This is the writing of
Doctor Manette. I confide this paper, in the writing of Doctor
Manette, to the hands of the President.” “Let it be read.” In a dead
silence and stillness-the prisoner under trial looking lovingly at his
wife, his wife only looking from him to look with solicitude at her
father, Doctor Manette keeping his eyes fixed on the reader,
Madame Defarge never taking hers from the prisoner, Defarge
never taking his from his feasting wife, and all the other eyes there
intent upon the Doctor, who saw none of them-the paper was
read, as follows.